Bloomy

BLOOMY…… THE BLOOM OF OUR LIVES…..

The spitz named after the region it originated from, Bloomy was way to big to be a pomeranian so was his face…. couple of things which he inherited from his dad…..

Bloomy…. first saw him in the November rain of 2000, jus a couple of months after the millennium baby’s birth…. Came home in my mom’s arms from the same place where my roots are……. Born in the very house where my ancestors were…. He was FAMILY…

He getting of the train in my mom’s arm wasn’t a nice experience I suppose…. His ticket did cost me bribing the TC…. Well I did wonder how the tc got to know the cute little white teddy had life in it!!!!!

His welcome ceremony was a quite affair… admiration coupled with anxiety…. The first pet in the house….. and the first every animal my mom ever laid her hands on…. (okk I don’t count to be one)…. I remember the first few months not being any grt with his habits not in place and so was his name……. my sisters christened him as Whistle…. Not taking into account of the snoots which he has to encounter…. Well I do take credit for altering it to sessile and eventually BLOOMY…. THE BLOOM OF OUR LIVES

Bloomy was a darling once he got his manners and schedule right….. but as with the genes with contribute its wagging tail…. the “poms barking” was way to imbibed in him…. He was such a eeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh with his early morning barks…. My apologies and thanks for all the neighbors who dealt with it.

Bugger was way too active…. Loved the way he used to run all through the garden and the house…. Ofter skidding his way on the marble floor but not taking his mind of the target outside which came as a squeaking cycle or stray crow…. It was a wonder when he chased birds on the terrace… as if his territory was at stake…..

Bugger did have a very disciplined lifestyle…. Used to wake up by say around 5,30 and wait till six to wake mom up… well did like the early morning open air…. Watching his friends go by… barkin at the newspaper n the milkman….. well the qualities of pickin the paper wasn’t imbibed into him…… so he made sure we weren’t getting any lazy…..
His morning fiesta would last for an hour n a half till the blazing sun pinch… coming in wud great him with baked bread, milk n splashing water…. .... waiting for bread was one thing which always made him restless….. n why he chose a doormat to keep his slices of bread still remains a mystery…….. after the hard morning his way to slumber extends till my mom disturbs him in the evening by a door bell….. inbetween moving into each of his self proclaimed pit stops and bites of pedigree….. .. has an active evening with his walks and barks used to desperately wait for each one of us to get home…. Time immaterial….. well his warm eyes, wagging tail and close hug were things which made us feel good to be back at home………..

Well cant remember all the grt moments I had with bloomy…. The long walks…. The long thoughts….. the big cuddles …. And all the game we played…..

Walks with him were very good….. the lazy bum that he was never preferred distance… was quick in his job and had to return home…… he used to get quite a lot of attention on his walks…. I mistaking it to be for me…...hmmm… bugger did have an attitude to see the other way…..


Food was something he would cherish …. Especially anything baked and had egg in it…. Wud disappear a whole loaf of cake at a go….. embarrassment when a guest at home was unavoidable…. But will give it to him …. He has been the icebreaker in a lot of conversations at home…. Any topic wudnt go without involving him….. was a gem of a guy when it comes to kids the gentleman that he was…. My then a year old niece chaitu used to hold him with his mouth and nephew pulling him by his tail……….

The bum he was he was a genius in his own terms….. he did recognize us coming home from quite a distance… I say “mom” and he cud dish her out of anywhere……

Remembering the endless hours I have passed jus looking at him…. His eyes his innocent face….. u come home after a hard day, any time of the night …. He his there happily welcoming u with his open arms……. U use him as a punch bag hurling all the dirt and frustration at him…. He still stands tall with same inviting looks…. One call and he is there in ur arms…..

Wonder why God decide to dip only dogs in faithfulness……. Wat a wonderful creature he has been….. he did teach me quite a lot of things in life…

September eighth being his birthday…. Always a special day with cake and bone…. We did forget his 9th birthday last year…. .. never ever to celebrate….

BLOOMY ….. did bring in a lot of BLOOM into our lives…….. Until he decided to take it away along with him…..

BLOOMY
8/09/2000-24/03/2010
He left a lot of scratches on our doors..... and our hearts too...

Stationery Dreams...

A pit stop at a stationery shop made me take a detour my memory lane……

It started with a casual evening stroll to buy some paper n clips at a busy market place dogging the veggie vendors n vehicles to reach an array of shops staging clothes, gifts, toys…. ending at the corner was my destination…. Well quite empty, with jus a couple of orders before mine…. made my eyes relax casually on the colorful assortment displayed…. this lethargy did cost me my place in the queue…. with a crowd of “ready to school. Kids” + their “proud moms/dads” stole my turn, with orders much larger than mine….

Well each kid seem to make the best of his time n choice ranging in the form of notebooks, colored pencils, pens, labels … the list wud go on had i been aware of the endless necessities…… gudness… wat a range of choice today’s kids r offered with???? mindblowing….. I surely envy them…….. for a whole lot of reasons…. But not to mention the little joy we had too…. at our good old times……….. THOSE TIMESSSS…………

Now that’s where the detour starts……….

Took me to those few days prior to school re-opening… fresh after the hot summer hols, in the cool monsoons of the june ......... the smell of wet mud ..... the fragrance of freshly stitched fabric (which eventually wud be the most used dress for the entire year) ..... and thatof paper oozing from the fresh brown bound books…… n with eagerness to put the best of the writing in them(at least for the first few pages)… ….

hmmmmm............. how we used to spend time arranging the bags n pencil boxes with meticulous care…… colorful pencils….(camlin was my fav), scent ‘rubbers’ with cute cartoons impressed on them (seldom used, dint wan to get the shape spoilt) the labels ranging from superman…. Sassy cars….. to our cricketing heroes…….

Shoppin for school was the best way to end the summer hols…. n the nearest n the best stationery station had to adhere to my demands starting from 6 to 7 variety of notebooks ranging from ruled, un ruled, mixed, squared, fourliners, drawing books to name a few… to the thousand erasers before I chose a couple ......... to the hundred pencil boxes b4 I stuck to one (hey remem… there was something called double deck boxes with magnets) ........ to the pencils, labels, pen-pencils. etc.....hey n color paper for "craft" classes:)...... b4 graduating to geometric boxes n pens.........

Wowoowowowowow… wat a wonderful trip that was………….. followed by the torture my mom had to go through to bind the books n stick the favorite labels to my beloved subjects (very perticular bout tht) ……… jus cudnt wait for the last few holidays to get over n don the NEW uniform, NEW bag with NEW books, NEW class, NEW teacher, NEW year……… n to share all the NEW with “gudoldfriends”……

Well the years to come replaced all these with jus a couple of unbound books n pen in pocket……. avoiding the annual customary visits to those ........................ Stationery dreams ...............

Traffic Signal...

The Traffic signals have been unavoidable necessities of our lives. Our pleasures and pain, more than once are depended on them in our daily existence. Its probably one of the few places where the green outscores red as our fav. color….. and now talking about color green, with all the trees making a disappearing act, the signal seems to be the only place we could enjoy watching it…..

With most of our daily life being spent on TV commercials and traffic signals, survival of the fittest depends on how well we cope up living with them. The former to a certain extent is avoidable, but the latter???….. hmmm… not until you shift ur base to Timbuktu….. …well to be fair to the human brain…. It does has created quite a few “weapons” to fight this ‘battle of survival’ with the likes of ipods, FM radios, cell phones invading the market. But there still seem to be quite a few excited souls, throwing around their rage and horns, trying to make their intentions very clear of their only purpose in life --- ‘not to get caught by the Red virus’. Well wouldn’t want to blame them, after all time is measured in seconds only at the Olympic sprints and traffic signals.

The traffic signal just amazes me, with its capacity to change emotions at an instant. It has been a great teacher of patience, giving us enough time to look around the new corners which we haven’t and the faces which we wouldn’t ….. The Faces…. more importantly… as they give us a window to the immense experience each of them have lived with…..

The phrase “Traffic signal”, which combines the colored bright lights of red, amber & green, takes me back to my kinder garden days where I first heard of them as a rhyme followed by its visual impact at the nearest street as explained by my dad along with that humming rhyme……That particular signal has probably been the only signal which has formed a pic in my memory……… though the times changed along with the lips that sang the rhyme ….. from myself n friends to……. younger siblings n cousins to….. nephews n nieces…… but that particular “pic” has still been unchanged………. and so was that signal….. until Now…where the canopy of gulmohar trees covering that wonderful street where this signal stood were uprooted along with a piece of earth to give way to a concrete under pass….and now why would anybody need a traffic signal when there’s a flyover????? Well someone does…. Jus as a memory……..

Happy Burday!!!!!!

Hey wish my blog a very happy birthday….
Its been exactly a year since my first blog rolled out….
12 blogs, 1 fwd, 1 pic n 2 craps…. one a month doesn’t seem to be a gud number. Well thought wud write one a week at least, when I started… 40 less on count…

Doesn’t do any gud for my reputation either as its not that I have deliberately kept the number low…… hmmmm…. .. jus like the other things which wanted to do have done to my repu……

Well when it comes to the other things I wan to do -- both on a daily basis n the near future dreams (near future : started when I was probably 8). --- range form the daily acts of jogging, swimming, cleaning up my room, reading, getting up early……. to the master dreams of world tour, charity, scuba diving, Africa n the himalayas… hey not to forget the childhood dream of learning to paint, mastering a game or a musical instrument….. as the list surely goes endless I better stop b4 making a fool out of self.. .. hey I forgot gardening……. L OooooooooooOkkkkkkkkk I am stopping…. Well with numerous other habits (or lack of them) of mine wanting space to mention I silently sweep them below the carpet to avoid inviting despair…..over the time have found a way to knockout the guilt of escapism

Well I wonder how come I haven’t endowed in any of these enterprise till date having noted them on my list of dreams ages bac….. Some time I really wonder if I really WANT to do any of these or is it jus that they are the “politically correct things’ to do…. Well I wudn’t say that I don’t enjoy any of them …. Adventure n traveling is something which revive me time and again among other things……….n there are some which I actually don’t love doing like getting up early n jogging alone…. Naaaa that’s not something I really wan to do …. Its jus that when I see my half naked self (I said half naked) in mirror or see a certain person called H Roshan … I run for my hoes………well who wants to leave a cozy cot n blanket on a early inhuman icecold morning?????

REASONS……… I seem to have a trillion convincing reasons for not doing the things I ought to do and not single heartfelt one to actually make me do

Procrastination, comfort zone, laziness, n deep slumber have been a constant in me until the climatic conditions take charge n changed a few things as they sweep across. Well I did enjoy certain adjustments the weather around me has initiated in my life. Its just that the wait for an other sweep to do some more instead of me taking the charge has become the worrying factor. Now I don’t thing I want to promise myself to make any drastic changes in my style of living as more the times the promise breaks… the more static I become…. Its not that I haven’t thought about the repair work I need to get underway…. Jus that after all the planning n zilch outcome…… the only planning I’ve decided upon is …..ACTION……

First Act n then decide….. cos the moment I set myself to decide upon something.. my brain supposedly starts thinking…. Their by goes to my comfort zone n my lazy self takes over…… (wow … I think gud….. jus hit upon my next strategy …shall see how it works (or flops))….

Hey coming back to blogging….. its not that I don’t like to do it…. I jus love writing…. And is very much in my comfort zone…… jus that…. I have another REASON saying I am tooo busy….

And on "REFLECTIONS" 1st Burday… I gift it a promise to keep it updated on a frequent basis….

(frequent????????? See I again don’t want to commit on the time interval)

blanked out affections...

Had to chauffer my thoughts down the memory lane for a period spanning from the “once upon a time when me was still a baby…. to the time I cud carry a load of books on my back of less than the teens age”…… the time when I had a privilege to expend a part of my summer hols at my granddad’s place, getting the luxury of being pampered by one and all added with lots of embarrassing attention which I probably don’t get now from any corner though I crave for ……. :(

One such endearing soul was this masseur who gave his customary visits every weekend n has been rendering services since an age-old time. There was nothing professional about him other than his work… he was family…. he fondled me enough giving me the freedom, opportunity and authority to demand his attention for my needs of getting entertained with the lousy games I invented where he had to always loose..... man.... was I such a pain….as always…….. That endearing soul gave himself to my whims and fancies out of his unconditional universal love he had towards everyone….

As education gave me the lessons on ‘manners’ and ‘behavior’ my interactions become very minimal with this man on every visit and reduced to jus a ‘smile n walkaway’ routine…. It reached a stage where those memories got buried in the recycle bin situated in some unknown part of my brain…..

And finally……all this had to be retrieved by a mention of his death which I wasn’t aware that occurred a couple of years ago ….. I don’t even know the last time I exerted a little to think about this person who played his instrument flawlessly in the blemished orchestra of my life…. I don’t even remember his face … jus his features ……the day showed me the dark patches that I have allowed life n time to paint on me…..such an unfaithful abstinence ....

may his soul rest in peace …